[Dave Chappelle]   Tonight's musical guest   Two of Chicago's Finest emcees!   Give it up for Common and Kanye West!      "It's Common Sense!"      [Intro - Common]   Yeah! "Common Sense!" - [scratched]   It's Common Sense! With Kanye West!   On the Dave Chappelle Show!   Everybody gotta eat right?   It's the food baby!      [Chorus - Kanye West]   I walked in the crib, got two kids   And my baby mama late (uh oh! uh oh! uh oh!)   So I had to did, what I had to did   Cause I had to get (duh-ough! duh-ough! duh-ough!)   I'm up all night, getting my money right   Until the blue and white (po po! po po! po po!)   Now the money coming slow, but a least a - know   Slow motion better than (no-oh! no-oh! no-oh!)      [Verse - Common]   You love to hear the story, again and again   About these young brothers, from the City of Wind   Like juice and gin, in the city we blend   Amongst the hustle, titties and skin, fifties and rims   Y'all know the Sprewells and trucks that's detailed   Heartless females that wanna ride in em   Felt the southside venom in raw hides and denim   Pimp minds collide wit em, a system that tries victims   We living in, my man in the fast lane pivoting   On the block white is selling like Eminem   On the block it "Jump Off" like Kim and them   On the block it's hot, you can feel it, in your skin and then   Shorties get the game but no instructions to assembling   Eyes bright, it seems like the fight is dimming them   Call my man cuzo, like I'm kin to him   He trying to stay straight, the streets is bending him      [Chorus]      [Verse - Common]   It's all good in the hood, like raps and gems   Throwbacks and Timbs, blacks and rims   Whether on ball courts, attires of all sorts   We never fall short, wit us it's Our Force like And 1's   Some waves, some air guns, the days of the fair one is over for   Cats is colder than four below, wit self I go toe to toe   Wondering if it's for the art or for the doe   Though I know to grow a - gotta learn to let go   Though I know the doe I got to bring back to the ghetto   Arrows on Terot cards pointing to the grind   Po' livin in more prisons, pointing to my mind, shine the light up   Clench my fists tight, holding the right up   Freedom fight in dark gear for the years to get brighter   Situations, and jobs get tighter   My man trying to get his weight and height up, c'mon!      [Chorus]      [Bridge - Kanye West]   I - I know I could make it right   If I could just swallow my pride   But I can't run away or put my - away   You can't front on me   I - no I can't let it ride   No no not tonight   See I can't run away or put my - away   You can't front on me